Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 14,212 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Age - Poem by Smoky Hoss

I recall the times
I'd dance on life's delicate toes,
Always believing
The faster I'd live, the more of living I would know -

The divine dove of fearless youth
Was right beside me all the way,
That is until, out of the blue
That fickle friend just up and flew away -

There's always a time to play
And a time to rest,
Lately it's the latter
I enjoy the best -

These days my old pals and I
Can't make it so late drinking from the wild-well,
We end up sleeping all the next day
And feeling like hell -

I used to like
Riding bulls and raising cain,
Driving back roads day and night
And camping out in the rain -

I had my own special ways
And unique charms,
Born riding a horse
And working on a farm -

But, as with all of life
Everything has to change,
There's not one element in any of it
That forever remains the same -

So now I'm a bit less special
And have far fewer charms,
Mostly these days just enjoy thinking gentle in my head
And doing simple work with my two old arms -

A good thought
And a good days work,
Help to heal livings pains
And lifes hurts -

So yea, youth has flown the coop...
It's sad but true;
Honestly though in more ways than one
Age could just be the best thing to ever happen,
for me, and for you -


Comments about Age by Smoky Hoss

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (7/12/2012 5:20:00 AM)

    How excellently true, age does impose changes in our lifestyles and your poem brilliantly put them into words. | Delete this message (Report)Reply

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  • Juan Olivarez (6/18/2012 8:58:00 AM)

    Ah yes the sweet bird of youth, who was that masked man? Excellent write Smoky. (Report)Reply

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  • (6/17/2012 7:56:00 PM)

    Fabulous! ! ! im just getting comfortable and hanging up the glad rags... can appreciate this lovely write so much...and finally eureka at nearly 50 i am a grown up :) (Report)Reply

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  • (6/12/2012 2:17:00 AM)

    Old age is an issue, but not at fifty or sixty..May be seventies and eighties. When our body fails us due to age, human adjust themselves to live a slow life. I like reading this poem! (Report)Reply

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  • (6/11/2012 8:17:00 PM)

    love the way it ends... or maybe the way we begin anew! (Report)Reply

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  • Hans Vr (6/11/2012 9:02:00 AM)

    superb ending.
    So true, Smoky, when we get abit older the joys of life are no longer the same.
    We find fulfilment in very different things and this could indeed be the best things to happen
    Excellent poem
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  • Valerie Dohren (6/11/2012 7:48:00 AM)

    But you're still young Smoky, wait 'till you get to my age! ! A great poem though. (Report)Reply

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  • (6/10/2012 5:47:00 PM)

    Comment written by a good little neighbor of mine. (Report)Reply

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  • (6/10/2012 5:45:00 PM)

    Comment written by a good little neighbor of mine. Constance (Report)Reply

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  • (6/10/2012 5:43:00 PM)

    2nd comment is from me-the wonderful 2nd line pulls me in! Constance (Report)Reply

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  • (6/10/2012 5:40:00 PM)

    Hang on, tommorw may be better. A somewhat poignant reminder of life's timeless passing.
    Great write Smoky
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  • (6/10/2012 5:38:00 PM)

    You still have your own unique charms a-plenty-they come forth through your wonderful writing! Constance (Report)Reply

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  • (6/10/2012 5:30:00 PM)

    That's a good poem about an old age because I'm a young person.im 11 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, June 11, 2012


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